We roll into Fez with high expectations. This is no ordinary city – it’s the spiritual and intellectual heartbeat of Morocco, the oldest of the four imperial cities, and home to one of the largest and most labyrinthine medinas on earth. Just the thought of losing ourselves in those ancient streets has kept us excited…
After Asilah, we turn our backs on the Atlantic and push inland towards Meknes, Moulay Idriss, and a campsite called Zerhoum Belle Vue that sits between the two. What we don’t know yet is that getting there will be one of the most sobering drives of the entire trip. The first stretch is easy enough…
The ferry crossing is behind us, Tanger Med is fading in the rear-view mirror, and already Morocco is pulling us forward. Our first stop: Asilah. Compact, whitewashed, and battered by Atlantic wind. It is, for many travellers stepping off the boat, the first real encounter with this country, and it does not ease you in…